"Whoa, what ex-ac-t-ly does that thing say?"
"Read it for yourself O'Neill, I have written down a translation."
Jack read it and paled. "Teal'c you haven't told anyone else about this have you?"
"I have not O'Neill."
"Don't."
"I will not O'Neill."
"Good."
Teal'c bowed and left the room.
Sam and Jack looked at each other. Jack reached out and stroked Sam's face. She leant into his touch.
"Jack." She whispered.
He moved his hand to place a finger over her lips and moved closer to her. He covered her mouth with his and kissed her. Then he broke away and walked towards the door.
"Jack?" Whispered Sam.
Jack shut the door and locked it. He then walked back to Sam, who was still sitting on the desk. He stood in front of her. He brushed her hair away and kissed her neck. "I love you Sam." He whispered.
"I love you too."
Jack held Sam close. Taking in her smell, the feel of her touch. Her voice. He didn't want to forget a single detail of her. His hand strayed to her blouse, and Sam didn't resist.
A while later.
Jack buttoned up his shirt, sitting next to Sam on the desk.
"Sam, have you read that translation from Teal'c?"
"Yes."
They were both whispering, as if they were scared to talk to each other would shatter the air.
"What do you think?"
"I don't know what to think Jack."
"Neither do I."
"Someone's set us up. Someone wants to get rid of us. Why? Who?"
"I have a few good ideas."
"And the problem is- even if we do what is right, we'll have let them win! Oh Jack. There's only one thing I can think of doing and I hate it."
"What?"
"Read it for yourself O'Neill, I have written down a translation."
Jack read it and paled. "Teal'c you haven't told anyone else about this have you?"
"I have not O'Neill."
"Don't."
"I will not O'Neill."
"Good."
Teal'c bowed and left the room.
Sam and Jack looked at each other. Jack reached out and stroked Sam's face. She leant into his touch.
"Jack." She whispered.
He moved his hand to place a finger over her lips and moved closer to her. He covered her mouth with his and kissed her. Then he broke away and walked towards the door.
"Jack?" Whispered Sam.
Jack shut the door and locked it. He then walked back to Sam, who was still sitting on the desk. He stood in front of her. He brushed her hair away and kissed her neck. "I love you Sam." He whispered.
"I love you too."
Jack held Sam close. Taking in her smell, the feel of her touch. Her voice. He didn't want to forget a single detail of her. His hand strayed to her blouse, and Sam didn't resist.
A while later.
Jack buttoned up his shirt, sitting next to Sam on the desk.
"Sam, have you read that translation from Teal'c?"
"Yes."
They were both whispering, as if they were scared to talk to each other would shatter the air.
"What do you think?"
"I don't know what to think Jack."
"Neither do I."
"Someone's set us up. Someone wants to get rid of us. Why? Who?"
"I have a few good ideas."
"And the problem is- even if we do what is right, we'll have let them win! Oh Jack. There's only one thing I can think of doing and I hate it."
"What?"